No one will ever read every note I’ve ever wrote,
nor think every thought I’ve ever thought,
but when I say to you not to look onto your life with hate,
but to find the love that you deserve;
I hope you hear my hope.

I'm indifferent about this place.

I wish that existence's nothing would swallow this shallow apparition and that I could live high inside of a cloud on a planet that had none of the miscarriages that we call modernized life, for existence's sake, on a star that burned out before this was readable.

But that's just what's on my mind right now...

I know that from a human being's conception to their demise that they are pressing their consciousnesses into an image that's being totally misconstrued, and I know that that's no way to live, but it's life.

Now time to add to my story; see you in another 13.8 billion years so I can regale your consciousnesses built within their chemically responsive fold's housings, or perhaps rather a (for a lack of a better word) reconfigurable differently shaped cranium, or whatever non human jelly fish like organism then which would hold thee, but irregardless this is English and you have nothing to show for it but the allegations of judgment and communal stigmata that you probably don't even care to understand, nor bother to know why it even existed in the first place.

Simile if you know what's on your mind every time you have something to say on this plagiarist's controlled orientated  platform created by the people that some guy alive at some point ripped off and was sold to some other people that don't give a **** about their own lights.

Like if you like.

Comment only if you want your insanity to be on display.

Don't understand if you don't understand, or at least if you don't want to.

The mind is real.

Reality is real.

People often don't understand either of those two things, whether it be conditioning, or that it's a fire to bright to look into that they'd be happy with their average deaths.

Then that's that, but that's neither here nor there. It's in both places at the same time and a rant can be called such, but if I summed it down to one word I'd be called crazy.

So I won't let you in on it love.

(written drunk)

I rather turn into a bouquet of flowers then a basket of roses...

If that means anything to you then do what ever you will do.

Smiley.

Playing off of Shakespeare seems to be the case...

I don't know you.
You don't know me.

"I" Which I often said in life.

I’m in awe that I can not write fast enough for me to ask a question within myself, but on my thoughts they will be.

I'm just a remembrance of me that I'm trying to describe at a later time, but isn't that how it feels all the time?

Living in a moment just so later we can watch that moment unwind.

I wonder, when will time look me up?

Is it just inside of a thought--just within this dream; my own mind?

Reality plays coy when it must and a wild current when it wills itself to be.

But still this is real.

Looking above the fences of offences to try to see the luscious garden on the other side; the mind that gets filtered through the soul so as to put circumstances to the side and say what "I" really mean.

I'm me and I know what I mean and as I write me to know me I become me to explain it to me, and of me, to get to the meaning of what it truly means to be an I.

What's happened before tomorrow
that never happened within a day?

there is something where something has never been before

a footstep,
a word,
a soul sworn

there's something about existence that I find mesmerizing
I just wish you could see
what I have seen

definition

there is a world before us that wants to be walked upon
it's as far as the eyes can see
and as grand as the mind can be

but in all

honestly

that's just me

People don't speak the same language even when they're speaking the same language

A word can have as many meanings as there are people, along side intent and experience,
everyone's description of the world before them are unique to them selves and even if there is a just definition it doesn't remark quite as simply as such.



Love sits high and resonates in the soul a word often thrown around in meaningless tones
The quibble of the world quanders in particulum that can't quite reach the query of the aforementioned quote

What words are these that are very rarely ever spoke?

Something within pokes and prods
within this time,
within the mind,
within its scope


Reasoning to see for what seeing reason can be

There are many and descriptions have failed before to describe, for if the love I've begot could begin to reverberate and be shown it would shine in its purest meanings that words couldn't even begin to envelop

But true they would be

Not silence nor scarcity

But more like power in glory to be believed

However if not it doesn't squander, nor does it fade

It waits patiently, aloft, until we all reach the meanings conveyed

What are we waiting for?
Stable lives and daily bores?

We pay the toll till every sense is spent
In refrain I can't regret lament

Going out into the crowded city streets
Maybe someday we will meet

We're gone too soon in a fleeting greet
Passer byes and distant memories

I caught a glimpse of arousals hints
I'm rotating in and out of wits

I've tried too hard to be denied
I don't give a **** I'm rectified

I asked her out to a whiskey bar
It didn't take long for her to accept

Our ulterior motives might
Come from our different minds

But in the end they're the same tense
I take her home and we have some ***

We wake up with the new day
Just to do it all over the same

The tables full and I'm well fed
The plate is clear; living to dead

I'm replenished in their stead
Natures faction is instilled in my head

I'm off to the market place
To find out what the new taste takes

Some are spoiled, others are left to waste
A hunger grows within our mistakes

This is about the time the soul kicks in
The words grow long and they fall apart

Apathy towards a disregarded heart
Should have known some were rotten from the start

Some say this cannot be fixed
When water leaks it collects in drips

A damaged floor tends to give
Caving in; an over saturated sieve

The candles dwindled to a flick
In a pool of wax the wick sticks

We ran through the forest
We ran against the breeze

We ran across the Great Plains
We'll run until we're free

The search is almost over
Our keepers want to be kept

All else is good and nothing's perfect
As she slips back into my bed

She crawls up starting at my feet
Making her way into my head

Our stomachs are full
Our blood is un-bled

But still nothing's changed
She begins to twitch and call my name

She begs me to **** her again
The scene is almost exactly the same

But when she wants it so badly
Can I really be the one to blame?

We're living, breathing, animals
Living, breathing, animals

I don't know why I'm still here
I don't know why I haven't run away
I don't know why I watch the waves crashing on the rocky shore
Forevermore

When some people built their paradises
Others hells were formed
When they used the tools created
By people who didn't know what they were doing

Still entrenched in me a lovers brow is born
Waiting at the coast for the signs of clear;
Forlorn
If I jump in will I crash the waves in loves rock place?
Or shall I sit in silence waiting for the misses?

After so much time I wish I could be done with thee
But low and be hold the ocean holds the air we breathe